Come here little kiddies, On my lap
Guess who's back with a brand new rap?
And I don't mean rap as in a new case of child molestation accusation
No worries, papa's got a brand new bag of toys
What else could I possibly do to make noise?
I done touched on everything, but little boys
That's not a stab at Michael
That's just a metaphor, I'm just psycho
I go a little bit crazy sometimes
I get a little bit out of control with my rhymes
Good God, dip, do a little slide
Bend down, touch your toes and just glide
Straight up to the home of my lines
As I start to describe
All of the time
That's passed since I last spoke to you on this blog
Aaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnndddddddddd we're off
Right from the top!
OK, well I don't really have anything planned for this post; but I thought I'd discuss a few things to give you food for thought. As you can already tell, I'm not in the mood for seriousness tonight.
It's starting to seem like
All I do is talk about my strife,
Well maybe now is the time
To talk about the good stuff in life.
Over this last couple of weeks I've been listening to even more rap than usual, and it's really allowed to properly understand the lyrics. I don't listen to it cause it sounds nice, I listen cause I can relate and it helps.
Maybe I should start looking after myself
Because I've been neglecting my health
In this crazy chase for blind wealth,
Then as a complaint I pull another line off the shelf.
I've been focusing so hard on college that I just haven't sleeping, maybe I really dreaming as I type these words you're seeing; because my late nights have allowed me to talk to some of the best people I know.
I don't care if you say I blow
You haven't seen me start to go
You wouldn't even have any hope.
But calm down, that was a joke.
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